Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.